“Pardon me, madam,� he replied coolly, “there is only one woman, anywhere.�
She resumed her embroidery, and began to rock her chair a little. There was a long silence after that, which she was the one to break.
“Who is she?� Madge demanded.
“I have already told you that, madam; the one woman.�
“Where is she?�
He did not reply. She abandoned the question, knowing that he would not reply to it.
“Is she beautiful?� she demanded.
“Very.�
“As beautiful as I am?�
“More beautiful.� Lynne replied without an instant of hesitation; without regard to the effect of such a reply upon her.